I Wish I Were The Lily's Leaf

Earth May Embitter, Not Remove, The Love Divinely Given; And E'en That Mortal Grief Shall Prove The Immortality Of Love, And Lead Us Nearer Heaven.

We Overstate The Ills Of Life, And Take Imagination... Down Our Earth To Rake.

Capacity For Joy Admits Temptation.

The Music Soars Within The Little Lark, And The Lark Soars.

Unless You Can Feel When The Song Is Done No Other Is Sweet In Its Rhythm; Unless You Can Feel When Left By One That All Men Else Go With Him.